The moment I woke up, I listened closely around me
Checking your breathing, making sure you're sleeping. Days when I went back to my dream
I'm free for our plan tomorrow
That person murmured a few words and embraced me
With your hand extended across the table
You gently wiped away some bread
From the edge of my lips
It was our usual morning scene
Even until now, I still wouldn't call it a memory
I turned my head to the sound of the wind and feel so lonely
A lonesome profile that gradually fades away
I pretend not to notice, but I keep searching for words to hold you back
I untie my entwined fingers,
One by one, and turned my back to cry
I know you liked girls
Who looks pretty when they cry
Even until now, I still think your goodbye is a lie
I'm still waiting for the day when I open the door and see you standing there
The moment I wake up, I'll look for you beside me with my hand
Only to find a single sheet holding me. Summer days when I think of you
It's my usual morning scene...